Full Lyrics
My friends, I am going a long and tedious journey,
Never to return.
Fare ye well my friends,
And God grant we may meet together in that world above,
Where trouble shall cease, and harmony shall abound.
Hark, my dear friends, for death has called me,
And I must go and lie down in the cold and silent grave,
Where the mourners cease from mourning,
And where the prisoner is free,
Where the rich and the poor are both alike.
Fare ye well my friends.
